What would become of Bromanto's Black Rose in the future?
The question caught Brando completely off guard. The first thought that surged through his mind was actually: Kill this woman and eliminate the problem once and for all. Then Madara would never have the Mercury Staff again. At least for a thousand years, it would not descend once more. The Undead would turn back into scattered sand, eventually be torn apart completely and vanish from this world.
As an Eluinian, a former Eluin player from his previous life, or even merely a living being, it was hardly strange for him to have such thoughts.
No one liked the Undead. The Druids believed they were monsters that twisted nature and had no place in this world. Fanzan's Sanctuary openly declared itself the enemy of the Undead and classified the latter alongside the Cultists. Although Saint Osore's Wind Spirits and the Cruzians were somewhat gentler, they had also battled Madara along the borders for years.
For the common people of most nations forced to deal with the Undead, the Undead were enemies—sometimes even sworn foes. Through years of war, the two sides had forged hatreds that could not be dissolved. It was like the blood and fire surrounding Brando, Freya, and Buchi's flight. How could anyone who had lived through it ever forget?
That road had been paved with the blood of loved ones. How could the heart-rending cries of Buchi and Ridenburg, the partings between life and death, be forgotten with a single lightly spoken sentence?
But Brando understood that he could not do it.
Madara was a vast nation. Although Instaron called it an empire, in truth, at least in this era, it could not yet be considered a true centralized empire. It possessed a supreme ruler. Over the past